Royalty (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Seven

"I hate that fucking thing." Louis hisses, glaring over at the now-silent alarm clock.

Harry giggles sleepily, rubbing his eyes with his fists, causing Louis to coo and pinch his cheeks. Harry slaps his hands away and sits up, yawning and stretching his arms back. "I'm sure it hates you too."

"Rude." Louis pouts, remaining curled up in the blankets as Harry climbs out of bed. "You're wearing my clothes again, right?"

"I wasn't really planning on it," Harry answers, turning around to look at the vampire.

"But I want you to smell like me."

"Fine." Harry drawls out, smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "But i get to pick out what shirt."

"Deal. But make it a long sleeve, it's kind of chilly in the house today and I don't want my baby getting sick."

Harry agrees, walking to the drawer Louis points to, picking out a cute sweater.

"I brought a couple pairs of your jeans up here too. They should be in the next drawer."

Harry follows Louis' instructions, grabbing a pair of black skinny jeans and closing the drawer. He takes the clothes to the bathroom and quickly changes, exiting minutes later.

Right when he walks out, Louis is at the door, quickly pulling a black beanie over his hair.

"It's not that cold, Louis." Harry laughs, but adjusts the hat. He grabs his white converse from where he took them off the night before, along with a pair of socks Louis throws at him, and pulls them both on.

"You look so cuddly." Louis says, wrapping his arms around Harry when he's done and pulling him into a hug. "Come back to bed and let me cuddle you, please."

"Sorry, love." Harry giggles, dimples in full force as he pulls away from the hug.

Louis looks at him, eyes wide. "I want to be sad that you won't cuddle me, but you just called me love so it's kind of hard to."

A faint blush comes on Harry's cheeks. "Shush. I need to go though."

Louis pouts, but nods. After a couple seconds he leans in to kiss Harry's cheek, at the same time that Harry finally gets the courage to lean in and kiss his, resulting in their lips brushing against each other. Louis pulls back immediately, but it's too late. "Fuck!" He exclaims, tugging harshly on his hair, closing his eyes.

"S-Sorry." Harry quickly apologizes, stumbling over his words along with his feet as he tries to back up. "I know you didn't want to- I'm sorry."

"It's not that I didn't want to kiss you, Harry." Louis sighs, opening his eyes and looking into Harry's. "I just wanted you to know everything first. So you could decide for yourself if that's what you wanted to do."

"It's just a kiss though, Lou." Harry whispers.

"But it isn't."

Harry lets out a sigh, but doesn't offer anything more.

Louis speaks again after a moment, another sigh escaping him. "I don't have time to explain it right now, unfortunately, but you're gonna stay in here again, right?"

"'Course."

"I'll explain it then."

"Okay, Harry, what the hell is going on?" Niall stops Harry on his way to the kitchen, a firm grip on his shoulder.

"What do you mean?" Harry questions, confused.

"I mean exactly what I said. You're out of uniform for the second time now. I've caught you walking down the stairs twice now and servants aren't allowed above this floor. Oh, and the Prince came to me last night asking me to cook a meal for two, then I see him taking you upstairs a little while later. What is going on, Harry?" Niall demands. Then his eyes go wide, a panicked look taking over his face as he shakes Harry's shoulders. "You didn't agree to becoming his blood servant, did you? It's not worth the extra money. If you family is still needing help, I have extra I can spare-"